The game that the Andorra trip was built around was a second-tier Spanish fixture at the Andorran National Stadium. We’d arrived that morning from Girona and driven straight through the border point, something that caused the guard some bemusement the next day as she searched in vain for our entry stamps.
Andorra is a busy place, with lots of visitors rocking up for the tax-free fags and booze. I’ve always thought them to be pretty cheap in Spain, but I suppose it doesn’t do any harm to save a little more. I’d bought my ticket in advance for twenty euros and despite the website later stating that the game was sold out, there were many empty seats inside. Perhaps the capacity had been restricted due to the building of a new stand along one side of the pitch.
Andorra were in blue, yellow and red, as if they were the last in the queue for picking strips, although I suspect it may well have been flag influenced. Huesca were in a white kit with a red cross on the shorts. It looked like the sort of budget gear that Sports Direct might knock out to accompany car window flags when England were playing in a tournament.
There was a decent turnout from visitors Huesca with a full away section and, as with the game in Girona the previous day, many more dotted around the home stands.
As we were up in the hills it’s no surprise that it was a bit chilly. With the temperature hovering around freezing I’d borrowed Jen’s buff and if the small club shop had been selling gloves, I’d have definitely bought a pair, tax-free or not.
Nothing of note happened in the first half and the second half wasn’t a great deal more exciting. It took until the final minute for the game to take off. A free kick was floated into the Huesca box and the flick-on header beat the keeper. That was the cue for the Final Countdown goal music and it was enough to clinch the points for Andorra.
Tags: Andorra, cheap fags, Spanish football
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